Guinness here. Well thanks to no one's help in securing a Mango Minster win I am here awaiting the inevitable.
I bring Maggi along as a witness--although that won't do much good given her myopic condition and all. But I appreciate the moral support if nothing else.
Truthfully, we both forfeited our own Mangominster entry this year in hopes to prop up Groucho. Ha! Look where that got me!
I tell Groucho to meet me down the Shore Road. Here he comes. I figured that the Ocean would be the best place to tell him. If he tries any of his alien moves on me at least I have one last escape route. I could jump ship and swim over to Maine. I figured I could volunteer with the Ron Paul Campaign and help with the vote recount if nothing else.
Well here he is and I see he has brought along his nose.
There is no best way to do this so I just go right ahead and tell him the facts. I blurt it all out.
Well the strangest thing happened. Groucho went into a cackling fit and laughed and laughed and laughed. He started doing his stupid yoga poses again-- as you can see.
Groucho tells me to come sit down like some wizen old scholar. He said he is a new alien now. He said he has ventured into inner worlds and probed the deep spaces of his mind. What the ????!!!
He said our main enemy is ignorance and AWARENESS is our only defence.
If only we studied in infinitesimal detail the light that embodies all life then the template of the universe would be revealed. Holy Crap.
Groucho said next year he will be the Guidance Councillor for Mangominster and help all the competitors deal with their obvious self image problems.
We head back up the lane. Groucho leads the way with an ethereal air about him. It all sounds good to me.
...and I walk away with my life...safe for another year!